Yearning

A poem written many years ago. And I still feel the same on rainy days.

Icy raindrops on crystal glass

Watching is what I’m doing in class.

An open window - joy for me

It’s cool, it’s fresh

My lungs breathe free

Outside, outside I’d like to be

Outside running wild and free-

Rasping grass on ankles wet

And shimmering leaves

I’ll not forget.

Freedom beckons

I’ll break free – but... but not just yet!

Memory